Wigan's cosmic cartographers' swan-song, as it turns out. They finally came to ground with a collection of unambiguosly lovely songs designed by, and for, the heart. If Richard Ashcroft could have been accused of burying whatever soul he possessed in his band's frazzled drapes, here he's bold and unafraid, weaving such awesome, doomed balladry as 'History' alongside more familiar calls to arms. That amended name gets it right just before the end - The Verve; the definite article (KC)
- Vox, November 1995
